His Unveiled Passion

Jacqueline walked down a street in Arcton, something in her gut telling her that she was being followed.

She kept glancing over her shoulder. Everything looked normal, but she couldn't bring herself to trust anyone.

Fear crept in, and her palms grew damp with sweat.

Ever since she fled to Arcton, she had cut ties with the Jacobson family and turned into their enemy.

Their protection was no longer an option, which meant she couldn't keep the bodyguards they had assigned to her.

But there was one exception-Peter Atkins. He might have been a bit of a fool, but he had a soft spot for Jacqueline.

Jacqueline knew how he felt about her, so she had brought him along when she fled to Arcton.

She said in a low voice, "Peter, I feel like someone is following us."

Peter replied, "Don't worry, Ms. Sanders. No matter what happens, I'll protect you with my life."

At six feet tall and packed with muscle, Peter had always made her feel safe back in Orkford. But now that she had escaped to Arcton, things were different.

After all, Stephen had already sent people to hunt her down, and James was too busy to care about her.

After getting into the car, Jacqueline said uneasily, "Peter, you might not be able to protect me from the Jacobson family's men."

Peter sat in the driver's seat, starting the car.

Jacqueline urged him. "Hurry up and drive back to the villa. I think it'd be best if we lay low for now. I feel like the Jacobson family has already tracked me down."

far, a black pickup truck slammed into them, bringing

pulled out his gun. "Ms.

sound of gunfire

fear. She trembled

thought that she might actually die

tore through the windows, leaving jagged holes. The sharp,

in terror. "Peter, are you

his bleeding

to reply, "Ms.

too many

not make it

they from the Jacobson family? Are

answer, someone smashed through the windshield with brute

shouted, "Ms. Sanders, run! I'll

he threw

fresh round

shoved the car door open, kicked off

mercenaries after Jacqueline. They had

for years and were

though Peter was a highly trained bodyguard with exceptional combat skills,

moments, they

and left arm, blood spilling out of his

of the mercenaries ordered, "Get him out of here and take care of his wounds. Don't let him

from Arcton dragged